All green will wilt,
All lives will tilt,
And where is our Tomorrow?
A spec of joy, a silent smile,
And many days of sorrow.
All green will wilt,
Not without guilt,
For Time we cannot borrow,
The lonely Flower on the hill,
The wind of Time will surely kill,
We're here today,
But, will be gone, Tomorrow.
And that's why we need to make every moment count. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We're here today! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.